I rode for many years. I think I’m done, though. Every few years I go through a phase where I watch motorcycle videos on Youtube. I went through such a phase a few months ago. It never seems to last long. After awhile I realize that the reality of riding motorcycles is nowhere near as good as the fantasy.
Putting on a helmet and leathers on a hot summer day is torture. You dream of riding the Sea to Sky highway on the BC coast but you don’t realize that to get there you have to spend an hour dodging Asian immigrants (and occasional others of all races) who have no idea what shoulder-checking even is, any of whom can put you in a wheelchair for the rest of your life in a split second.
I’ve settled on the convertible. It’s a far better experience than motorcycling is and it’s also far safer. No gear, just me and the outdoors. I love it.